:::Paul's house La Push:::
The sound of someone slowly pacing across the floor brought Abby back to the present. Opening her eyes slightly, she took in her surroundings. She wondered how she ended up here. Thinking back, the last thing she remembered was excruciating pain shooting through her head. Looking around the vaguely familiar room, her eyes landed on the person walking slowly back and forth, hands clasped behind his back, his black hair standing on end, as if he had been pulling at it.
"Paul?" She croaked out. Her voice scratchy and dry sounding.
Turning swiftly, he was by her side in two strides, taking her small hand into his large one.
"Hey little girl." He crooned, brushing the hair from her face with his free hand.
"You're back." She smiled, tears running down her cheeks, falling haphazardly on the pillow under her unkempt mahogany hair, a few stray droplets running into her ears.
"So are you." His own eyes brimming, as he lifted her tiny hand to his lips, placing tiny kisses along the back, as he wiped the tears from her face.
"What happened?" She groggily inquired, taking another look around the room, realizing that she was in his house. In his bedroom. In his bed. Leaning forward and pecking her lips with a quick kiss, Paul rested his forehead against hers.
"What do you remember?" He asked softly.
"Uhm, I remember meeting Embry and Quil after school. Angela came over to give me some papers. When our hands touched, there was like an electrical shock or something. I remember someone shoving Bella and me in the car. Embry? Or maybe Emmett? I can't remember who. We were rushing to get to La Push, because Edward was waiting on us in the parking lot. All I remember after that, until right now, is the pain in my head."
Swallowing what little saliva she could produce, she asked if she could get something to drink.
"Damn baby. I'm sorry." He quickly left the room. She could hear him rummaging around in the kitchen. Momentarily, he was back with a glass of iced water and a straw. Holding the glass in one hand, he used the other to help her sit up a little.
"Not too much." He warned as she shakily grabbed the straw. After taking a few small pulls of water, she fell back on the pillows, exhausted. Paul set the glass on the nightstand and was instantly running his hands gently over her face, tracing every inch with his calloused fingertips, his wolf rumbling his worry deep in his chest.
The wolf was on edge. His mate was ill, and it was obvious, the human him didn't know what to do for her. Forcing the man's head down, the wolf snuffed his mate's neck. When the little one's scent hit his nostrils, he breathed in deeply, taking as much of her smell as he could. When he felt her hand running through his hair, he hummed in satisfaction. He took a few small licks of her skin before he allowed the man to rise.
Paul smiled when he heard a little giggle coming from his imprint.
"Tickles." She quietly told him.
"Sorry. The wolf has a mind of his own." He apologized.
"Paul?" At his hum, she continued. "Why am I at your place?" At his hurt look, she quickly expanded on her question. "Not that I mind. I just mean, with the way things are between us, I'm just surprised that I'm here and not at home."
His chest clinched with the reminder of what she remembered of their relationship. Turning so that he was lying next to her, he propped his head on one hand.
"Abby, I'm so sorry. I would never hurt you intentionally. You have to know that." He began.
"I don't even know when that fucking spell started working. When I came out of it? When I saw you laying on the couch at Sam's? I almost lost my mind. It took everyone to calm both Sam and me down. I honestly thought I had talked to you that morning. I argued with Charlie and Bella when they told me I hadn't had any contact with you in weeks. I'm pretty sure Charlie was about to shoot me, when Bella grabbed my phone and showed me the last time I called or texted you. She then took great satisfaction in showing me the unanswered messages from you." Paul reached over, running his hand up and down her bare arm.
"When she told me about you wanting to break the imprint, my wolf went crazy. Sam and the others had to drag me out of the house before I phased."
She huffed, remembering the botched imprint severing. "Old Quil was testing me. I was going to break it, only to make you happy." She told him sadly.
"Little girl, I swear to you, you are the most important person in my life. To think I hurt you bad enough to want to break the imprint? It kills me." Paul told her as he leaned forward and kissed her quickly. "I swear, I will make this up to you. If you give me a chance. I don't want to lose you."
"But, what happened? How did you break the spell?" Abby asked.
"Angela." He informed her.
"Angela?"
"She's the third descendant. You, Bella and her are the triumvirate." He let her know, nodding at her shocked face.
"Angela's the one that figured out the spell that was put on me and Sam. She was able to reverse it." He let her know.
"Thank God."
"Hell yeah. She's also the one that realized your witch wanted to fully come out. That's why you were having that pain. Luckily, she knew what needed to be done to bring the witch out."
"How?" She asked, her face scrunched in confusion.
Shrugging, he told her, "I don't know. She's the potion and incantation part of the trio. Bella's the future, seer, type person. You? You're the main witch. The strongest."
"I don't feel all that strong right now." She let him know.
"Well, you did a lot of witchy stuff when you were going through your transformation."
"Huh?" Abby was totally confused.
He chuckled at her put out expression, reaching up with his free hand to smooth the wrinkle from between her eyes.
"Let's just say Sam is going to be busy remodeling his house."
"What happened!" Abby gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.
"It was all accidental. Angela didn't know, or she would have warned us." Paul tried to sooth her.
"What? What was accidental? Come on Paul, just tell me what happened!" She shouted hoarsely.
"Hey, hey, hey." He pulled her into his arms, hugging her body to him. "You need to calm down, okay? I'll tell you what happened, but you can't be getting upset."
Grabbing the front of his shirt in both hands, she nodded her understanding. He tried to settle her back on the pillows but she refused to release him. Sighing in defeat, he kept her wrapped in his arms.
"In order to release your witch, you had to be injected with either the blood or venom of your protectors. Angela handled all of that. I've seen from my brothers how she collected the venom from the vamps. She just walked up to them, without a care in the world, and collected it in little tubes. When she got back to Sam's, she mixed the venom with the blood that she got from the wolves and the humans. After she injected that mixture, you started to relax. We all thought everything was going good and you'd wake up and be fine."
He chuckled humorlessly before continuing.
"About ten minutes after she gave you the shot, shit started getting real. A blue film like thing covered you in like a bubble. I tried to get to you, but couldn't get past it. Nobody could. Damn, little girl, you scared the fuck out of us. Your body started lifting off the couch. Quil was flipping out, saying some shit about a movie he saw, where a little girl was possessed. Charlie started beating his ass. Old Quil was helping him too. When you were almost to the ceiling, you stopped and hovered for a few minutes before you dropped back to the couch. A fucking sonic boom sounded when you landed. People and shit went flying every damn where."
"Did I hurt anybody?" Abby asked in horror.
"Nah. But shit got tore the fuck up around Sam's house. He's been working with the others trying to get everything back in order."
"I'm so sorry." She sobbed.
Kissing the top of her head, he let her know he wasn't finished.
"We didn't know if his house was going to collapse, so we had to get out. Old Quil told me to take you to his house. Your witch didn't want to be there either. When they get done at Sam's they're going to have to work on the old bastard's house." Paul told her chuckling. "After that, Sue told me to take you to her house. Leah and Seth vetoed that. Forks was too far away, so, I brought you here."
"What happened here?" Abby looked at Paul, tears running down her face in humiliation.
"Nothing. Once I got you settled, you calmed down."
"What time is it?" She asked when she saw the sun shining through the bedroom window. She knew it was late afternoon when they left the school. Did all of that happen in less than two hours? She wondered.
"It's around one."
"Holy shit! I was out all afternoon and night?" She tried to sit up, but Paul wouldn't loosen his hold.
"Yeah, about that." He said and felt her slump back into his arms, no longer fighting him.
"All that shit happened three days ago."
Abby didn't know what to say, much less what to think. She had been out of it for three days? She couldn't believe that she caused damage to Sam's and Old Quil's houses. What the hell was wrong with her witch?
"Three days? Where's everyone else?" She looked around to see if anyone was lurking about.
"That's another thing. That blue bubble I told you about?" She nodded in misery, unsure if she wanted to know what he was going to say next.
"Well, it followed us. It's surrounding the house. The only people that can even get in are me, Leah, Bella, Angela and two of the vamps." He looked proud.
"Charlie can't come in?"
"Nope." He told her, popping the p. "He's pretty pissed about that too. Leah, though, is eating this shit up. Everytime she comes over, she waves and smiles at him. She may be the next wolf he shoots."
"Wait. You said two vamps. You're letting vampires in your house?"
"Yeah. I mean, they were vampires. Now, not so much. When you did that whole sonic boom thing, you kind of knocked the vamp out of them."
What the...what? How was that even possible? She had to be dreaming. That is the only answer she could come up. Nothing he said made a lick of sense. Pulling away from him, she turned on her side and closed her eyes. In her dream. Knowing when she woke up, someone would tell her she passed out from a migraine. Again.
When her breathing evened out, Paul rose from the bed and made his way into the living room, where Peter and Charlotte were waiting for him. Looks of disgust on their faces.
"What? I think I explained everything just fine." He stressed as he flopped on the couch.
"Ya know you're an idiot. Right?" Peter asked the shifter, looking to his wife for verification. Charlotte was shaking her head in disbelief.
"Hey! I told her the important stuff." Paul argued.
"Ya sent her back into shock ya dumbass. How'd you figure it'd be a good idea to tell her she tore up houses and devamped us?" Peter growled.
"No, I didn't. She said earlier she was still tired. I know you heard her. You still have your vampire hearing."
"Really? You're really gonna go there?" The recently un-vamped man asked. He was still a little disturbed with the changes the witch made. He fully intended to have a chat with the little girl when she regained her senses.
The opening of the front door silenced the almost argument. Leah sauntered in, followed by Bella.
"Well?" Bella asked anxiously as she and Leah made their way to Paul's bedroom to check on her cousin.
"She woke up for a little bit." Charlotte answered.
"Oh, thank God." Bella whispered in relief. The two girls checked on Abby before making their way back to the others.
"So? Does she seem okay?" Leah asked.
"Eh. She said she's really tired. I told her a little about what happened before she went back to sleep." Paul let them know as he stood and made his way to the door. He was curious as to whether or not the bubble was still surrounding his house. He figured it would be gone since Abby woke up. Opening the door, he peered out and saw Charlie and Old Quil standing just off the porch. Well, that answered that, he thought as he made his way to the two men.
"Any changes?" Old Quil asked solemnly.
"She woke up a little bit ago."
"What! How is she? Is she okay? What did she say?" Charlie asked without giving Paul a chance to answer. "When is she going to drop this damn shield so I can get in there?"
"She seems fine. She was talking and making sense and all. I don't know about the bubble though. I thought it would have disappeared when she woke up." Paul let him know.
"Well, go back in there and tell her to drop the damn thing." Charlie ordered.
"I would chief, but she went back to sleep." Paul turned as he explained when he heard the front door being slammed open, watching with fear as Leah and Bella made their way to him. Those were not happy to see you looks on their faces.
Leah never slowed down. She stormed right up to him and punched him solidly in the nuts. He hit the ground, holding his jewels and moaning in pain. Charlie and Old Quil looked on in shock. They felt for the shifter. Both of them knew the pain he was going through.
"Fuucckkk! Why do you girls always go for the nut sack?" He growled out, as he writhed on the ground in abject pain.
"Because apparently, that's where your fucking brains are!" Bella shouted at him as she bent over his pained form, waiting for the opportunity to follow up Leah's hit with a solid kick.
Charlie reached forward and pulled his irate daughter away from the shifter so he could stand. It took a few tries, but eventually, Paul made it to his feet, gasping for air. Yeah, Charlie knew what he was going through. Been there. Done that. Bought the t-shirt. Right now, he did not envy Paul one iota. So intent on commiserating with him, Charlie's grip on his daughter slackened. It was enough for her to get away from him and land a hard kick to the already nut damaged Paul. Once again, the shifter was on the ground.
"Damn son. You might want to just stay down there." Charlie let him know.
"Yeah. I think you're right." Came the pained answer from the ground in front of him.
:::ToTW:::